Page 30 of Cruel Possession
Taking the steps two at a time, I get close to the top before footsteps come thundering after me.
There’s a sharp tug against the back of my shirt, and I’m flung back down the stairs, my body hitting what feels like every step on the way down before I end in a crumpled heap at the bottom. Nothing feels broken, but there are sure as hell going to be a lot of bruises in the morning.
“Why do you have to make this more difficult for yourself?” Aiden stomps down the stairs after me.
I push to my feet, hot blood trickling down my leg from a cut I got during my fall down the stairs, or maybe the stitches ripped. I don’t know, and I don’t have time to check.
Not when his hand is sinking in my hair and he’s dragging me down the hallway, back to the room he’s been using as a cell.
He looks at the men at the other end of the hall. “Get the bed frame out of there. She gets a mattress on the floor.”
I smirk up at him as he forces my head back. “Oh, you know I like it when you get rough with me. Are you going to teach me a lesson? Maybe tell me that I’m a bad little whore? Are you going to throw me up against the wall and fuck me? Eat me out while I’m in those chains of yours?”
Aiden shifts to the side, yanking on my hair harder before shoving me to the side and letting me go. He tugs his shirt collar up, pressing it against the cut on my neck. “I know what you’re trying to do, and it’s not going to work.”
“Worked before.”
His jaw clenches, the muscle flexing. He stares daggers at me like he would kill me right here and now if he could. But he doesn’t, which means that he still wants something from me.
I’m not stupid enough to think that he wants my body or me as his wife. My body is likely just as good as anyone else’s to him. And any relationship territory is off the table. Even if the marriage wasn’t all an act. Which, thank God it was.
I walk over to him, running my hand up his chest, pulling his fingers away from his neck to look at the cut. “It’s nothing too bad. You should be fine soon. You won’t even need stitches. Not like the bullet you put in my damn leg.”
“You stabbed me first!”
I press my fingers hard into his cut, laughing when he jerks back, grunting.
“Oops.”
“You’re fucking crazy.” He shakes his head as the men enter the room and take the bedframe out. “You’re going to be alone until you’re ready to talk.”
“Oh no, whatever will I do? If only I had the regular bathroom breaks and regular meals…” I drop down onto the mattress on the floor, wiping the bloody hand on my shirt. “Oh wait, I do. And we both know you’re not going to take away either of those.”
“Won’t I?” He arches an eyebrow, dropping down beside me, his hand skimming along the outside of my thigh and leaving a wake of fire in its path. “You don’t know what I’m capable of. So far, I’ve been nice to you. Probably far nicer than I should be.”
“Mr. Nice Guy, ladies and gentlemen.”
His fingers skim over my pussy through my thin cotton shorts.
“I bet you’re wet just thinking about all the things I could do to you. You’re soaked and wishing that I would pin you down and fuck you. You want me to treat you like you’re nothing to me because that’s what you think you deserve.”
I can’t let him know he struck a nerve, so I shift away from him. “You seem pretty desperate if you keep coming in here and wanting to play this game with me.”
There’s a sharp pain as he drags the piece of metal down the inside of my thigh.
He dips his head, his tongue flicking over the blood and doing something to my body that I don’t think I’ve ever felt before.
I could combust right here and now.
A soft sigh falls from my lips as his tongue traces the path of the blade, up and down.
He licks his way to just beside my pussy before going back and doing it again, shivers running through my body, a soft gasp falling from my lips.
And when he pulls back with that smug smirk, I know I’ve been played.
Bastard.
He smirks and stands, looking down at me. “You’re not the only one who can play games. I’m the one in control here, Zoe. I brought you here, and this is where you’re going to die.”
